Three Hundred and Seventy: Dongqing Earthquake (2)

As they spoke, the three of them arrived at Feng Jin's residence. Δ    Ｗｗ Ｗ． ＬｉｅＷｅｎ． Ｃｃ

Jiang Pengji saw Feng Jin, whom she hadn't seen for a few days, and was startled by the deep blue in his eyes.

"Huaiyu, how many days have you not slept?"

"Three or four days..."

Feng Jin smelled the alcohol and powder on the two people, and was too tired to pursue it.

Jiang Pengji complained, "Three or four days without sleep? You are preparing to practice immortality."

The immortality staying up late, this is what Jiang Pengji learned from the audience in the live broadcast room.

Feng Jin raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows to make himself sober, and he didn't have the energy to pursue what immortality was.

"Jingxian's stomach has been hurting these days, and she has been in the delivery room several times, and finally came out again."

Each time is more annoying than the last, which makes him nervous and nervous, so how can he sleep.

This child is really tossing this inexperienced pair of parents.

Accompanying his wife from the time she was pregnant to now, Feng Jin has been tossed around enough, and he can understand the difficulties of being a parent.

According to the customs of ancient times, the father only needs to sow seeds, wait for ten months of pregnancy, and then take the child from the midwife.

When Feng Jin and his wife were first placed under "house arrest", Wei Jingxian was found to be pregnant, and many things could only be solved by the couple.

The more he participated in it, the more he felt at ease as a father.

"What about now?"

Feng Jin said, "The midwife asked me to cook chicken soup with old ginseng, and I'm drinking it now."

"I asked Taxue to send a few pieces of high-quality old ginseng before. I heard that it is good for pregnant women."

Feng Jin nodded when he heard this. He had seen those old ginsengs, and the age and medicinal properties were excellent. They were prepared for use during childbirth.

Maybe because he hadn't slept for several days, his brain was a little slow, and it took him a while to react.

"Lanting, why are you here today?"

"After Taxue sent Lao Shen,

he told me that Jingxian was going to give birth in the next two days. I was worried that you were short of manpower and couldn't handle it, so I volunteered to make up the number." During the time Jiang Pengji lived in Shangjing, she often visited Feng Jin's house and was familiar with his maids. As soon as she entered the house, she asked the maid to make a pot of hot tea to refresh her mind and brain, "Drink tea to wake up your brain, don't fall asleep in a while."

Feng Jin thanked him tiredly, "Thank you."

He had been on edge these days, fearing that he would doze off and move over there, so he was so nervous that he didn't dare to sleep for a while.

Jiang Pengji came, and he felt much more at ease, and gradually felt sleepy.

"You and I are close friends, there is no need to thank you."

Not long after, there was another scream of pain in the room, the maids and midwives were busy, and then there was no sound.

It was another false alarm.

Feng Jue also waited for two hours, the moon was in the middle of the sky, and there was still no movement in the delivery room.

Feng Jin, the father, was tormented enough. Wei Jingxian, who was pregnant and giving birth, was also exhausted. She was sweating profusely and looked pale. The maid kept wiping her sweat with a warm and wet cloth. The midwife checked her and said that the time was not right yet, and she could take a rest for a while to rest.

Generally, for a woman's first child, it will take three to five hours if it goes smoothly. If it is more difficult, it may take three to five days.

"Three to five days..." Feng Jin almost fainted when he heard the time.

The midwife glanced at him strangely. She had delivered countless children, and she had never seen a man as nervous as him.

When it was three o'clock in the morning, Jiang Pengji asked Feng Jin to take a nap first. She and Feng Jue were watching here, so there would be no problems.

Feng Jue looked at her strangely when he heard this.

If he was not mistaken, the man in front of him seemed to be his second sister-in-law's former fiancé?

How could the second brother be at ease?

However, Feng Jin's reaction almost made his eyeballs pop out of their sockets.

"Okay, Lan Ting is here, don't worry. If you move, wake me up." Feng Jin was already too sleepy to bear it, and his mind was a little dazed. He asked the servant to fetch a set of bedding, and rolled up directly against the pillar to take a nap, and soon fell asleep.

Feng Jue was speechless, "..."

Not long after, Wei Jingxian's painful cry came from the delivery room. In order to save energy, she bit her back teeth, and her voice sounded very muffled.

"Women in ancient times gave birth... It's terrible..."

Jiang Pengji had sharp ears and eyes, and heard those movements clearly, and her heart couldn't help trembling.

The means of reproduction in ancient times were so backward that she pointed out that they would be sentenced in the Federation.

She spoke softly, and Feng Jue didn't hear clearly, but only heard her sighing that giving birth was not easy.

"Don't women have to go through this?" He said as a matter of course.

Jiang Pengji glanced at him, with a look of contempt that made him puzzled.

She poked the system secretly and said in her heart, "I guess I have to stay up late tonight, so I'll just do another live broadcast if I'm bored."

The system did not reply, but just silently started the live broadcast.

It was probably night on the other side of the live broadcast room. After a full ten seconds, the number of people in the live broadcast room reached the upper limit of 150,000.

[Anchor V]: I'm bored at night, let's chat and kill time.

It was the middle of the night, and it was only twelve o'clock in the evening on the other side of the live broadcast room. The nightlife had just begun. The people in ancient times did not have so many entertainments, and the lighting equipment was only backward oil lamps. In order to save money, they had already gone back to bed and fell into a sweet dream.

At the same time -

"Ah -"

A short and terrified cry broke the tranquility of the night. Not long after, a spark lit up and ignited the wick in the lantern.

The sound of steady footsteps came from far away, and the light in the lantern was getting closer and closer.

"Zixiao, what happened?"

Outside the house, a young man in a single garment and a cloak asked with concern.

After a few breaths, there was a faint movement in the room.

When the candlelight was lit, the tightly closed door was opened, revealing a delicate and perfect face with a pale and terrified look.

"Ci is fine..." Wei Ci had a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, and he spoke with a gasp, "It's just that the nightmare scared me..."

The young man slept in the room next to Wei Ci.

"Nightmare?" The young man asked curiously, "What did you dream about?"

He was really curious about what kind of dream could scare Wei Ci like this, as if he had lost his soul.

Wei Ci pursed his lips and said in a dry voice after a long time, "Ci dreamed that there was an earthquake in a place, the city collapsed, the houses were all ruins, the people lost their lives in their sleep, and the sound of orphaned children crying and wailing everywhere... It was a tragedy in the world, I couldn't bear to think about it."

This was not all of the nightmare. He also dreamed that the person he thought of was buried in the ruins, bloody and mangled.

He couldn't remember where the scene in the dream was, but the blood was always lingering in front of his eyes, making it difficult for him to breathe.

"Earthquake?" The young man's expression tightened and comforted him, "It's just a dream, don't take it seriously."

Wei Ci's lips were pale and he was still in shock.

Seeing this, the young man asked the book boy to light a fire and boil tea to calm Wei Ci down.

The book boy had just lit the fire and put the teapot on the stove. He was horrified to find that the lid of the teapot was shaking slightly, causing the tea to spill out.

Not only that, the ground was also swaying slightly as if it were alive, and the dust on the eaves fell off and scattered on the ground.